She closed the door behind her and made her way to her desk, unwrapping a Snickers bar she had grabbed from the vending machine in the teacher's lounge. Not the healthiest of snacks, but it was what she was craving at the moment. Giselle made a note to find a way to counter such a high sugar intake later, but for now, she'd enjoy the chocolate bar for a moment. The kids were gone, some to art class and others to music or gym, and all she had to do was grade a number of papers by the end of the week. She took out her phone and was scrolling social media for maybe a minute before it went off.

"Hello?"

Megan described the reason for the call, and Giselle's face dropped. She let her arm fall down to rest on the desk with the chocolate in hand, chewing for a moment. Just what was so very important that it couldn't have waited until she was out of work? Were the numbers that low? Did an ex lover come forward crying abuse in an attempt to smear her father's campaign? Because the majority of the interactions between the both of them was just that. Complaints about his job, his image... Needless to say, Giselle was quite bitter about it all, but she stopped trying to ask him to be a better father years ago. Now she treated him as something along the lines of a distant relative. 

"Very important, huh? Okay, I'll be there. Thanks Megan." 

The walk to the front office was brief as her classroom was relatively close. She had finished the Snickers in class before walking out, and nearly ran into a student rushing to the restroom. "Slow down," she warned, more out of habit than anything else. When the young woman opened the door to the front office, she was met by her father surrounded by his typical entourage.  "Is everything all right? Giselle asked as a formality and not so much out of concern, though her tone and face remained neutral enough.